"Those Stories Would Make Me Like You"

Due to popular demand, and my psychosis...

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 03:53:33 GMT

Part 2.
Rating: PG-13 some language
Spoilers: Season 7 opener

“What did you mean earlier?”

He let out his breath, apparently he had stopped breathing. Leave it to Donna to get straight to the point.

“Wha-“ Nice job. Smooth. God he was being an idiot.

“Are you at least going to invite me in?” I. Am. An. Idiot.

“Uh..yeah. Come in.”

She walked in like it was home, like she had been here everyday. I like that. Damn it! Do you want another performance like today? Get it together He sat down next to her on the couch.

“So about today..” Shit!! “Josh, are you…have you been crying?” Even worse.

“No, I just had a couple of beers and needed to wake myself up.” Genius.

“Joshua, if you had a couple of beers you’d be slurring your words or you’d be passed out on the couch. Now, what’s wrong? Should I call Stanley?”

She looked genuinely concerned. He couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was going wrong. His strategy. His VP candidate. Hiring the perfect staff. He couldn’t take it if she walked away again.

“Donna…I…” As usual when it came to his emotions he couldn’t put it into words.

“Joshua?” Now she looked scared.

“I was crying because I was an idiot and I lost you. I couldn’t believe when you actually came to me for a job, because I’m an idiot, and I felt like total and utter shit when I couldn’t hire you. And when I told you how I missed you, and you still walked out like that…I couldn’t take it. I do miss you Donna, and not just because you were the best assistant I’ll ever have, but because I missed you.” He had somehow managed to say that in one breath, so he took in a bug breath. “Donna?”

She was staring at his carpet. He could feel the rejection in her silence. All of a sudden she looked in his eyes.

“Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Huh?” He could hear her words, but he didn’t comprehend them.

“Joshua, you’re telling me that you went to Harvard, and Yale, you’ve worked in the White House as the Deputy Chief of Staff, and you got an underdog candidate nominated for the Presidency, and you don’t understand when a woman is asking you out on a date?” He noted the playful sparkle in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a while.

“You just injured my fragile male ego is all.” As he said this he nudged her playfully.

“The answer Josh.”

“I will say yes, but it is contingent on two details. Number one, when people ask, I’m the one who asked you out.” She snorted. “Number two, you have to let me kiss you goodnight.”

“Joshua. You know you’ll go out with me no matter what.”

“Is that a fact? Now who has the big ego Donatella?”

“Are you going to at least listen to my counter offer?”

“I’m sure it will be amusing at least. Fine what is it?” She leaned over and kissed him. He forgot about everything except the fact that for once in his life, something had gone perfectly. She pulled away.

“So…dinner at 8. Pick me up at my apartment, and there will be no Chinese take out involved.” She got up to get her coat. He got up with her. “I’ll see you tomorrow Josh.” He leaned over and kissed her goodnight. It was as refreshing as their first. “Goodnight Donna.”

“And if you think I don't miss you every day...” He smiled at his good fortune as he watched her get into her car.

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 20:34:01 GMT

Rating: PG-13 some language
Spoilers: Season 7 opener

“And if you think I don't miss you every day...”

He goes into his refrigerator for another beer. Sensitive system be damned, this was one of those times where he needed to be drunk. He knew this was going to happen when Santos won the nomination. Maybe he should’ve had that beer with Donna and Will, it must’ve given her hope that they could work together again. He slumped down on his couch.

“And if you think I don't miss you every day...”

How could he let his guard down like that!?! Did he really think she was going to hop on him and kiss him and everything would be ok? Donna must be right, without her to deflate it his ego has grown too large, now he’s delusional. It was just…he had always hoped. Maybe he had always been delusional. He ran his hands through his hair; maybe it was time to stop drinking. It wasn’t helping; he didn’t think anything was actually going to help him at this point. There was nothing he could do about what he said, and how she had just left him there.

“And if you think I don't miss you every day...”

He broke down, and cried. He didn’t know how he had made it through the day before crying. He had wanted to, because he knew he couldn’t help her. Why was everything good in his life always taken away? What had he done to deserve feeling like this every damn day since she left? Why couldn’t he just figure out what to do and fix it, fix them?

“And if you think I don't miss you every day...”

Shit. There was a knock at the door. “One Minute!” Somehow he made it to the kitchen, and he threw water on his face. Damn. There was another knock. “I said ‘One Minute!’” He took one deep breath, and opened the door. “What!?!” He stopped. It was her. He stood there too stunned for, well anything.

“What did you mean earlier?”

New one...

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 16:44:55 GMT

Title: Hotel Nightmares
Rating: PG-13 some language
Spoilers: None if you watched this season.

She was so tired, too tired. She couldn’t sleep she was THAT tired. Wondering what would be on at this time of night, 2:38 AM to be exact, she started flipping through the channels. Damn hotels didn’t have enough channels, it was hard to find anything but re-runs and infomercials. All of a sudden she stopped on ABC. It was a re-run of 20/20, and it seemed to be on the incident in Gaza. She shivered, and was about to change the channel when a familiar face came on the screen…Colin.

“And here’s a photojournalist who not only witnessed the event, but took the difinative photos.”

She dropped the remote on the bed. He did what!?!

“Very nice to be here Barbara.” He flashed his grin.

She couldn’t breathe. Then they flashed the picture he took of her right before the accident. She needed to change the channel, but she couldn’t move. Then they flashed a picture of her upside down…bleeding, dying. She couldn’t remember making it to the bathroom, but somehow she did. All she could remember was driving along talking to Fitz, and then blinding pain. After that she made it across the hall, but she couldn’t remember how. She knocked on the door. “Josh. It’s-uh-me.”

He opened the door, groggy. He had been asleep. She felt really guilty. “Oh God, you were asleep I’m really sorry. I’ll just go back-“

His eyes were suddenly awake. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just overreacted. I’m sorry I woke you.” She was hoping her voice sounded nonchalant, but she doubted it could.

“Donnatella Moss you get in this room, and you tell me what’s wrong.” His eyes franticly searched hers.”

“Well if you’re gonna act like that…” She went in the room and sat on the bed.

“Did that gomer say something to you?”

“What gomer?”

He sighed, and sat next to her on the bed. “Will.”

“But me and Will aren’t…we just…Will and I are not a couple.”

“Ok. Then what’s wrong, and don’t say nothing, because I know you better than that.” He took her head in his hands and gently forced her to look in his eyes. They looked scared for her.

“Ok. Well, I turned on the TV in my room, and a 20/20 re-run was on. It was on Gaza. And Colin was on…”

“Wait…What!?!” He got up and started pacing. “That fucking piece of shit. I’m going to kill him. I’ll just call up C.J. and she’ll tell President Bartlett. Yeah. He can have him killed.”

“Josh. Stop.” She couldn’t take it anymore, and the tears started pouring out.

“Oh God. Donna…I just.” He sat down to hold her. “Shhhhhh. We’re gonna get through this.”

“That’s not the worst part.” She continued never leaving his embrace. “He…took pictures.”

“Well Donna, that’s what these people do.”

“No Josh, he took pictures of me, and the accident.” She held him tighter, knowing what was coming next.

“That motherfucking, piece of shit!”

“Josh, not so loud. That was in my ear.”

“Sorry. I just – you sure we can’t have him killed?’

“No Joshua, we can’t.”

They held eachother through the night.

first shot at it...

Sun, 13 Mar 2005 06:21:15 GMT

Title: Rock the Vote 2005
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None if you watched this season.

The crowd was massive. The fire marshal would not be pleased if he came into the club. Rock the Vote always gathered a crowd. Josh searched the room; he knew she’d be there because Bingo Bob was there, somewhere.

“I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside”

She was up on the balcony with Will, laughing with Will. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He couldn’t stand that geek, and how he stole Donna away from him. HIS Donna. He had to do something about this. It burned so bad the way Will was looking at her. How DARE HE? Sure Josh had teased and flirted with Donna when she was his assistant, but he didn’t go any further no matter how much he wanted to. She was too good for the boss, employee scandal of a relationship. He had to do something, but he couldn’t. She was happy. She was never happy when she was around Josh anymore. And that’s all that mattered. He turned around to search for a bar.

“Want to put my tender heart it in a blender Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you”
He had finished three beers when the second act came on, Kelly Clarkson. As if it wasn’t hard enough wallowing with the love songs, he heard a voice next to him.
“Joshua?”

“Donnatella. And how are you on this lovely evening? I saw you and Will enjoying yourself earlier.” He didn’t even try hiding the bitterness in his voice.

“You know you shouldn’t be drinking this much with your sensitive system. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

He looked her straight in the eyes. “But I’ll have deserved it, so it all works out in the end.”

“You what?” She looked genuinely shocked and concerned.

“You know what I mean.”

“I hate myself for losing you I'm seeing it all so clear I hate myself for losing you What do you do when you look in the mirror And staring at you is why he's not here?”

He grabbed her hand. “And Kelly sums it all up. And all I have to say is I’m sorry I’m just another gomer in your life, and I’ll leave you alone and let you be happy. And if you’ll excuse me…I think my sensitive system will be making an appearance tonight in the shape of vomit.” He kissed her on her forehead, and turned and walked away. She just stood there with confusion and shock all over her face.
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“I though you were going to get beers?”

Donna jumped. She hadn’t heard Will approach. “Sorry. I-I just. Um. I just was talking to Josh.”

Will didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. “Has he admitted defeat yet? He has to have figured out that we’re kicking his ass out there.”

Donna grabbed a piece of her hair. “Um…not in so many words. Will I’ve gotta go.”

Will looked quite confused. “Are you ok? I mean, he didn’t say anything to hurt you did he?”

“No…I just gotta go.”

“Make a wish. Make a change. And Breakaway.”
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He didn’t know how he made it out back; all he knew was that he was puking in the garbage can. When he was done he leaned up against the nearest wall. He thought of Donna and how he screwed it up. How he had never told her how much he loved her. How he had used her when she should’ve been off working better jobs, away from him. How he had sent her to die in Gaza. He leaned over the garbage can for another round of sickness.

All of a sudden he felt someone stroke his hair back. ”You really need to learn not to drink too much.”

“You don’t need to be here Donna. Go back inside and have a good time.”

“Nope. Let’s go get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you home.”

“Donna, I’m serious.”

“C’mon.” She put his arm around her shoulders as she led him inside.

After she led him into the bathroom to wash his face, and about a zillion assurances that he was ok, she followed him as he told the Congressman that he needed to go home. She then hailed a cab, and gave the driver directions. In no time they had made it to Josh’s apartment.

“You don’t have to tuck me into bed. I swear, I’m a big boy now.”

“Just keep thinking that. Besides we need to have a talk about that outburst you had at the club.”

“Damn that sensitive system.”

“Upstairs mister. And change out of those clothes…you reek.”

“Fine. Fine.” He left to go into the bedroom to find some sweatpants, and probably an old Harvard sweatshirt.

“So, I’m changed and as sober as I’m going to be tonight. Let’s get this over with.”

“Well wasn’t that enthusiastic.” She shifted on the couch to face him. “I didn’t leave you Josh. I left the job.”

He looked down at the carpet. “But you did leave me. This is the first time in months that you’ve even talked to me.”

“That’s not true…”

He turned his face to hers. “Yes it is. And you know it. I just…I know it’s my fault, and it’s too late, but…I didn’t mean to make everything so wrong. I know now that I should’ve told you since the day we met. I should’ve told you everyday…just how much you meant to me. And I know you’re better off somewhere else, because…” His eyes filled up with tears that had been inside him for a while, and they just kept flowing. “I almost got you killed Donna! I sent you there and you got blown up! I didn’t mean it, but it always happens and it’s all my fault! Everyone I love just seems to get hurt or die.”
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She put her arms around him. It never ceased to amaze her how fragile he could be. How much responsibility he had for everyone.

“Josh, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Of course it was.”

“No it wasn’t. Unless you have a connection to Hamas I don’t know about.”
His arms got tighter around her. “But I sent you there.”

“There’s no way you could’ve known this was going to happen to me.” She pulled away and looked him straight in the eyes. ”Did you mean what you said? About loving me?”

“You didn’t know?” He looked confused.

“Just checking.” She put her lips on his, and fireworks went off inside her.

like I don't spend enough time on livejournal...

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 08:04:03 GMT

i thought i'd make a new place for my fanfics. I decided I wanted to write some. And since I've been obsessed with Josh/Donna ones lately...thus the name. so yeah.